Homes have become temporary shelters I seek refuge until I can return to the places I truly belong. No, it is not necessarily the place I keep my belongings. It is a sense of belonging. After living and working in dozens of digs along the coasts of California, France and Washington, I’ve learned to reduce “home” to the basic elements that put my soul at ease. I feel it when I picnic in the shade of a spring tree. I feel it when I dive in to the clear…
